Perilous

Chapter Six

Perilous

Chapter Six

Cammie POV

I only caught glimpses of things.

The jet landed in London...then nothing. We were in a car...then nothing. I was being carried into an elevator...then nothing. A door to a room was opened...then nothing.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a large bed with cotton comforters and silk pillows.

I was still dressed in the dress, the white floral one, but someone had taken off the heels. The covers on the other side of the bed were thrown back, and I heard a shower turn off in the bathroom. Who else was there? Looking around the room, I noticed it was a huge suite. There was a breakfast nook, a small living area with a couch and coffee table, an office type space, and barn doors leading to the bathroom. I saw a large set of windows with the curtains drawn looking out over the fast landscape of London. There was a huge platter of British breakfast luxuries on a cart in front of the bed.

I ran a hand through my hair, which was wavy after I'd taken it out of the braids.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the barn doors to the bathroom slid open, revealing Zach Goode dressed in jeans and a grey sweater material shirt, black boots on his feet with a sky blue leather jacket.

"Ah, sleeping beauty is awake." He rested an arm on the wooden headboard, smirking. His light brown curls fell into his eyes carelessly.

Peering up at him, an amused smile crawled onto my face. "You look ridiculous."

Zach looked offended. "What? This is all the rage in London these days."

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me. My hand flew to my core. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Is it that bad?" Zach asked, suddenly self-conscious about the fashion choice.

I scrambled out of the bed, trying not to hurl. "No, you fucking imbecile. Nick said the second day is nausea. I'm gonna puke."

Running into the bathroom, I slid on the floor which somehow led me to the toilet. Just as the vomit began to pour out of me and into the porcelain bowl, Zach was behind me, holding my hair back and stroking my spine through my dress.

I continued to puke, my stomach churning with every wretch. But my mind and more so my body was aware of Zach's light, comforting touches. They made me shiver. I couldn't help but hope he didn't notice.

When all the fluid was out of me, I flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth with a washcloth.

Zach left and returned with a bottle of water, holding it up to my lips.

I shook my head in refusal.

He frowned, looking at me with those bright green eyes of his that too often seemed full of concern. "You just lost a lot of fluid, Cams. You need to drink."

Though I didn't think I could stomach it, I didn't neglect the bottle as he held it for me to drink a second time.

My stomach churned when I swallowed, but nothing came up.

My back leaned against the cabinets as I slumped against the floor. Zach sat next to me, occasionally having me sip some water.

I glanced at him. "How bad was I yesterday?" I remembered details, but most things were hazy.

"I'll let you decide that. Let's see, you spoke Croatian when I tried to wake you up. You refused to put on clothes and the girls had to dress you on the jet. You were cold, and when I gave you my jacket, you said, and I quote, 'I'm warm now! Magic!'"